Inside is the familiar cover of a paranormal romance our book club read last summer,The Vampire’s Mistress. I stare at the book. Do I have the wrong locker?
Carefully, I pull it out, and see a receipt stuck between the pages as a bookmark. Dropping the lunchbox back into the locker, I open the book. The receipt is from the liqueur store for over two hundred dollars. The list of alcohol purchased is long and varied, the sort of items a bar owner might order.
“Whatcha doing there?”
His voice is so close to my ear his breath heats my cheek.
I shriek and spin, throwing the book at him like it can protect me.
The book bounces off his chest and hits the floor. Garrick looks down at it, then at me, his expression unreadable.
I should run, but my heart is still racing with fear and I’d have to get past him to get out of the room. I don’t like my odds.
With my back to the lockers, I slide as far from him as I can.
He’s on me in a second. He doesn’t touch me, but he cages me in with a hand on either side of my head, his legs spread, his face millimeters from mine. “It’s not enough for you to get my permits blocked? You have to tamper with my lunch, too?”
I could tell him I supported his permits, but he won’t believe me. I don’t really feel like doing anything nice for this man ever again, anyway. “You interrupted my night. I had to go home alone to an angry cat who won’t eat.”
His gaze heats and his jaw tenses. “Did you have a rough night all alone?”
His tone, the rough rumble of it, makes me think of bare flesh, and my clit throbs like it’s just been invited to a party. I really need to get laid. “It would have been a lot better if you hadn’t ruined it. But I’m just here to put a little love note in your lunch box. Imagine my surprise to find an entire love novel already there.”
His grin is not happy. It should scare me, but it makes me want to drop to my knees and see how long he could hold on to his anger with his cock in my mouth.
I rear back from that thought so hard I bang my head against the locker. It’s got to be his cologne. He’s just got really great cologne. It’s not me being weirdly attracted to his pheromones.
And I’m extra horny because I didn’t get laid last night.
Yeah, that’s it.
I just need sex.
I am not attracted to Garrick Evergreen.
While I’m having my existential crisis, he reaches down and plucks the paper bag I’m holding from my fingers like it’s a grape from the vine. When I try to grab for it, he presses his hips against my body and tsks. “I believe I’ve earned the right to see what you brought me.”
His body is hard all over, but there’s nothing hardening in his pants. I can tell that clearly. Whatever’s happening to me right now, it’s not happening to him.
Probably because he’s a normal guy who doesn’t get turned on by women attempting to poison him.
Not like me, who’s getting progressively more turned on by the angle of his cheekbones, which I can make out more clearly since he’s shaved today, and the way he’s watching me from the corner of his eye, even as he peeks into the bag.
He sees me as a threat. Thank God he can’t feel my lady boner.
“Ah.” He pulls out a sandwich in a plastic baggie. “You made me lunch. How sweet.”
“You’ll think I’m even sweeter after you take a bite,” I say, my tone sharp as I twist my hips to get away.
I don’t move him an inch, but his eyes glint and his lips twitch like maybe, just maybe, he’s enjoying this as much as I am. “I don’t think I’ll eat anything you offer me, Demon. I’m not that stupid.”
“Maybe it’s the most delicious sandwich you’ve ever eaten.”
He smirks. “There’s shit in this sandwich, isn’t there?”
I gasp, truly shocked. “Ew. Where would I even get that?” I realize where he might think I would get it and gag. “Ugh, no way, Garrick. I am not that woman.”
He studies me for a long moment, looking for the lie. I’m still pinned between him and the lockers. “Let me go.”
